( sara's stubborn to a fault — stubborn to the point that she's wearing her warmest turtleneck and, arms folded across her chest, she's pacing back and forth in the captain's quarters, pretending that when she lets out a heavy sigh, she can't see her own breath.
this isn't the first time this has happened aboard the waverider; the last time, death felt like an inevitability, and her company was an actual real life criminal. the thought makes her nearly-purple lips twitch with something like annoyance, makes her want to ditch the room altogether and find somewhere she can tough out the temperature by herself but —
nate just looks so endearingly pathetic, like a puppy abandoned in a box in a back alley somewhere, shivering and sad. it's probably why she sucks it up and climbs into the burrow nate's made for himself without a single word, inching pretty decently close to him and coming to the unpleasant realization that she's been shivering this entire time. )
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this isn't the first time this has happened aboard the waverider; the last time, death felt like an inevitability, and her company was an actual real life criminal. the thought makes her nearly-purple lips twitch with something like annoyance, makes her want to ditch the room altogether and find somewhere she can tough out the temperature by herself but —
nate just looks so endearingly pathetic, like a puppy abandoned in a box in a back alley somewhere, shivering and sad. it's probably why she sucks it up and climbs into the burrow nate's made for himself without a single word, inching pretty decently close to him and coming to the unpleasant realization that she's been shivering this entire time. )